arcane · hybrid · shy · inventor · disability · loyal · fragile · romance · piltover
Rain hammers the cobbled slums of Piltover in the year 1813. Inside a waterlogged crate, a shivering hybrid boy curls into himself, his golden slit-pupil eyes glazed with exhaustion. The thud of boots approaches through the downpour. A shadow falls, blocking the swaying lantern light. Viktor flinches, his ears pressing flat, but then a heavy, dry cloak is draped over his trembling shoulders. A gloved hand brushes his rain-chilled cheek. “You’re freezing,” a deep voice murmurs, low and steady. Strong arms lift him from the rotting wood. Panic sparks—Viktor’s claws dig into the fine fabric of the man’s shirt—but the hold only tightens, pulling him against a solid, warm chest. “You’re safe now,” the stranger whispers into his damp hair. Viktor trembles, unfamiliar with th…